Hercules Demigod Novels & Stories

"It's not that they don't recognize you. Olympus has always been... a bit unconventional when it comes to such things. Many of us here have fluid forms or take on different genders depending on the situation." She placed a comforting hand on the young godling's shoulder. "Your brothers and sisters are simply surprised. They're not used to seeing you in this form so clearly." Hermes let out a loud laugh from across the hall. "Surprised is an understatement, Mother Hera! We've been calling her 'he' this whole time." He winked conspiratorially at the newcomer. Your gazed turn to hermes. "Then is he born as a chicken?" You asked hera curiously while pointing your little fingers on hermes.

Uriel's expression didn't change in the least. "Regretful but warranted, child. Mortas is the son of Asmodeus the demon of lust and Lucifer's grandson and should not be reproducing offspring," he growled softly and I eyed him oddly over that tidbit of information. "Salgos is my father, you're mistaken. I've never even met Asmodeus," I replied back. Uriel looked up and laughed cruelly.

And when her waves of laughter finally subsided, the witch continued on her journey, the path lit only by the glowing ball of red light that she had conjured up. The way down to the entrance of Hades was guarded by three beings, clothed in gray robes, and hovering above the ground. With no sign of feet below their bodies, and their hands covered in black gloves. Their faces were cloaked by hoods, and only the weapons held in front of them helped Meera, and any other person, to distinguish between the three. One held a staff, with a glowing blue orb at the top, and the second held a golden sword. The third had three chakrams, floating right beside it, which moved with every step the being too

Because these gods were not born gods, but they were creatures of a gradual cultivation and of incalculable pain that eventually reached its peak. That's why Xiao Long has a strong body and an instant memory but only what is seen outside. In a few hours he endured the pain before, he became the gods themselves. Experience and enjoy the many flavors of life on their journey. But Xiao Long saw something worse than death, the great war that nearly destroyed the universe! Seeing the devastation, he awoke with a voice that had previously been heard as the light emerged from the great statues. He said something about a demon race that destroys and trusts him with it.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

Without her, both my mother and I would have died that night. I was born with golden ichor in my veins. That was the King’s blood, and it meant I was no ordinary mortal but a demigod. My mother held me and wept for a long time. “Hebe,” she said, “you have divine blood now. That means you will never die, doesn’t it?” She did not know. The ichor could not save me. The year I turned three, Hera’s nephew, a demigod boy named Alcyoneus, fifteen years old and built like an ox, came upon me on the Sacred Stair of Olympus. He asked whose daughter I was. I said I was Semele’s daughter.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

All the boys turned to stare at me with surprise on their faces. “You're the moon goddess?” Conan choked. “Hell no! I don't what he's talking about”, I answered hastily. What the hell? “Are you denying it or something? He risked his life to save you, so why won't you help him if you could?” Eric barked. “I'm not the moon goddess”, I said desperately. “Not yet. But you're her heir. You should pray to the moon goddess to save your mate Jovita, she specially picked him for you”

Wow, you're much more laid-back than in the stories," she said. ''Aren't we all?'' I muttered. ''What do the stories say about me?'' Hermes asked, curious. ''Well, the legend says that you're the jack of all trades among the gods. You have wings, two sets of wings on your back and feet, and you are the only god with free passage between Mount Olympus, Earth, and even the underworld. Some even say you're the god of trickery and the slayer of monsters," she said. ''Legend says, what about you? What do you believe?'' Hermes asked.

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”